mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Through the window, I saw that it was raining, but Wu Rui didn't have an umbrella. He was thinner, so he looked older, and he didn't look like he was in his 40s. My mother's red nails were on his cheeks.

They kissed several times.

Ten minutes later, my mother came upstairs. She was surprised that I was at home today, and asked, "What's for lunch? I have an appointment with a beauty consultant with your Auntie Chen Ping, so I won't eat at home."

I asked her, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Half a day off, relax, this time is too tiring."

I spread out the crumpled coat at the head of the bed, then hurriedly folded it up and threw it on the sofa. I said, "Mr. Wu, is he coming to live with us?"

"Don't call others nicknames."

I sneered, the room was a bit dark, so I raised my hand and turned on the overhead light, I looked at my mother and said, "Do you think it's useful if you say no?"

"I didn't plan to tell you first," my mother said with a helpless look, sighed, "We are getting married, and it should be soon."

My anger exploded like a cannonball. Without looking at my mother again, I pushed the door and walked out, walked through the corridor in soft-soled slippers, and hurried downstairs.

The rainy day is very dark, and there may be heavy rain.

I turned around and heard my mother calling "Boyao". She showed a kind of artificial tenderness that is rarely seen in normal times. She approached me cautiously and said, "Boyao, let's have a good chat."

Gritting my teeth tightly, I saw the vase and roses brought by Wu Rui placed at the corner of the first floor, so I lifted it up without thinking and smashed it to the floor.

The red rose petals dripped all over the ground together with the water, and I suddenly remembered the scene that happened at Zuo Lin's house that day.

"I just hate people like him, I just hate him! If you marry him, you will never see me again in this life." I grabbed the fabric on the left heart with my trembling right hand, and I felt sore eyes on my mother.

In fact, I'm not so reclusive, but if my mother's marriage partner is changed to another person, I won't say these things.

Wu Rui is not so good.

After saying this, I left regardless of obstacles. My mother and sister Sen chased me to the door, but they didn't stop me. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. I was driving, and I didn't know where to go.

As a result, in the heavy rain, when I hadn't found a place to stay, my aunt suddenly called. As expected, she was comforting me on the surface, but in fact, she was trying to persuade me.

"Wu Rui is very nice. It's because you don't know him well. Your mother has worked hard for most of her life. Now she wants to find someone to accompany her. It's normal."

I frowned while driving, feeling a dull pain in my heart.

"Boyao, you have grown up, you are no longer a child."

The rain curtain hung down like a curtain, and my tears flowed all over my chin.

I really wanted to refute, but knew that I couldn't convince them. My uncle sent two long paragraphs, which were stronger persuasion than my aunt.

I can understand that they are my mother's brother and sister, and they care more about how my mother is doing than caring about me.

A dangerous pain spread from my throat. I stopped the car and waited for the red light. At this time, I realized that my heart was very uncomfortable. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Do you want to call Feizi?But since she grew up in a happy family of three, she may not understand me.

Are you calling Liao Yiran?She must have been unmoved, and didn't feel that this was a major issue worth discussing.

I tried to call Wen Duo, but the other party was on the phone several times. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It was not cold, but the low temperature diffused from my body, and the pain near my throat was connected with it.

I looked at the swaying wipers and thought, I have a lot of friends, but it's useless to find anyone, and it's useless for them to cry with me.

Take a photo of the outside of the car window and send it to Frank, then type and tell him: "It's raining heavily."

Within half a minute, he replied: "Is it near my company?"

"No."

I think, obviously it is.

Frank ran out of the rain and ran towards me. My phone screen was still on, and it was the chat interface between me and him. I just told him that my heart was not feeling well.

There was pouring rain from the gray sky, and humid air got into his nose. Frank opened the half-covered car door and asked me, "Is your heart uncomfortable? What's wrong? I've already called the emergency call."

He didn't even open an umbrella, and just ran over a distance of more than 100 meters. He grabbed my wrist, panting heavily in a panic.

"Hold an umbrella..." I said.

"I dare not touch you. Sit down and tell me if it's serious."

"I'm fine." I couldn't even speak, so I shook my head.

Heart surgery has been done many years ago, and the illness in childhood has already been cured, and I don’t feel uncomfortable when I go off the track.

I looked at him tentatively and said, "I just want to see you."

He didn't speak, he held my wrist near my heart, his breathing hadn't fully calmed down, and looked at me.

I said: "My mother... wants to marry Wu Rui. I don't like Wu Rui so I don't agree. Who knows, all my relatives call and send me messages, and none of them care about me."

Wiping away tears with his right hand, he cried again in embarrassment.

I choked up: "They all... think I'm ignorant and don't understand my mother, but I'm really not. I just don't like Wu Rui. It's not that I don't want my mother to get married. If she finds someone else, I won't care at all ..."

Before I finished what I wanted to say, I held back my tears and looked up aggrievedly.

Frank looked at me intently in the heavy rain, listened to me tell the cause and effect, and then accompanied me to the hospital. There was nothing serious about my health, and the old disease did not recur.

He took me to his house after work, changed clothes, and then went to the supermarket at the gate of the community. He asked me what I like to eat the most, and said that he was going to cook Chinese food.

I don't know why he cares about me so much.

I was sitting on the sofa at Frank’s house under a blanket, holding a cup of hot milk and watching the football game. The rain outside still didn’t stop, and it was almost dark.

He came from the kitchen, wearing a very ugly apron, and said, "Let me call Ms. Zuo, don't go back at night, stay at my house first."

"Doesn't hinder you?"

Frank shook his head slightly and said, "I'll call her right away."

"Then when are you going to let me go?"

He didn't answer the question, I looked up at him, pursed my lips, and said, "I can't live forever."

"can."

My grievances came up again, and I was sheltered by Frank, and I became more and more chilled by the siege of my mother and relatives. The German burned a table of Chinese food and said to me: "Don't think so much, if someone calls you again , I'll pick it up."

"Are you really starting to rebel?" I asked.

He thought about it, nodded, and said, "Yes."

"why?"

"What do you say?"

He spit out three words, looked at me with a smile in his eyes, and when the steaming fish soup was handed to me, my nose was sore.

I asked, "Don't you hate me?"

"it's OK."

I sat at the dining table, propped my cheeks and listened to him, I said with a mixed heart, "But I still hate you, what should I do? I still hate you."

I couldn't look into his eyes anymore, so I lay down on the dining table and buried my face in my arms, I felt Frank touch my hair, he spoke in a low voice, with a faint smile: "Then continue to hate. "